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Sober And Slobbery (or not "High And Dry")

How many jumps in a week?
Pretty clever or pretty freak?
Flying on your winged fox,
always fighting against the clocks,
you'd kill yourself to get a top,
kill yourself to never ever stop.
In front of a mirror you use to shot
to become what you want and are not.

But he left you sober,
and he left you slobbery.

But the conversations were a shock,
you became the one who couldn't talk.
Whose insides will fall to pieces?
You just sit there with your wishes...
He will be the one who'll hate you
while you make your dreams come true.
He will be the one who'll spit at you
when you finally fail and break in two.

But he left you sober,
and he left you slobbery.

He was the best thing that you've ever had.
The best thing you've ever had, and left sad.
But it's the best thing you've ever done, I know.
The best thing you've ever done was letting him go.


(Júlio B.)
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